Page 127 of Rescued By The Dragon

“He’s dead,” I agreed, stroking her mouth with the pad of my thumb. “He’s never coming back.”

She closed her eyes, and a single tear fell down her face.

Chandler raced over and dropped to his knees. I couldn’t even be pissed that he was touching my mate, because my heart was hurting too badly. It felt like someone had plunged a knife into my spine and twisted it.

Amara reached up to touch my face with her fingers. “When I get better, I want to go somewhere, anywhere other than here.”

“Anything you want."

I meant it. I would take her wherever she wanted to go.

The moments clicked, and I pressed my hand on her, trying to keep her bleeding to a minimum. Chandler gathered his wolves and told them to do a headcount. I couldn’t listen any further.

I could only trace the shape of her tiny button nose and pretty mouth. Flashes of what I wanted to do to my father raced in my mind. If we’d been better prepared it may have been easier to take down the sirens.

A strong hand landed on my shoulder.

Toby angled his head behind me and looked at who I assumed was Zerk. Amara blinked slightly while fighting the urge to fall asleep.

“I have to move you, Little Mouse. Hang on tight for me.”

Amara groaned as she lifted her arms around my neck.

Carefully, I picked her up, seeing the cuts and bruises on the rest of her body from the battle. I finally found the nerve to face Zerk who was judging the scene quietly.

“It’s over?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, looking at the ashes left of Evian’s body.

Zerk had a small bag slung over his shoulder. “We need to get her to the cabin. It’ll be better to clean her up and get her rest. I’m sure your father will be looking for you soon.”

“To Hell with my father.”

Zerk pursed his lips and gestured for us to follow.

He jumped into the air and flew toward the cabin. Toby stopped me before I followed him. “I’ll go to the castle and get an idea of what’s going on there. Gideon is counting our warriors and searching for any injured. I’ll try to stall your father if he decides to rain Hell on you right now.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, Brother.”

I bent my knees and launched into the air, causing her to groan in my arms. “It’s okay. We’ll be there soon.”

Her body suddenly went limp in my arms.

The adrenaline from the fight had passed so the icy September air sliced at my skin. It felt like needles tearing tears from my eyes as we finally made it to the mountain.

He’d pushed all of the things off the kitchen table and stood beside it with his bag. “Put her here. I have to clean the wound.”

I laid Amara down as gently as I could.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked.

“She should be fine. Are you going to be okay? I can feel your dragon searching for breath right now.”

Bracing my palms against the table, I lowered my head and stared at the floor. “I’m fine. I’m relieved that he’s dead, but I’m hurt that he hurt her.”

Zerk patted my back. “She’s going to be fine, but you’re not going to want to see this.”

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